I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

The Wu Family Courtyard.

The moonlight was deathly pale.

The peach tree in the courtyard was in full bloom, its petals trembling slightly in the night breeze.

Occasionally, a few petals would drift down and land in the pool of blood between the blue bricks, instantly turning the delicate pink color dark red.

Zhang Lai stood in the center of the courtyard, dressed in brocade robes and jade belt, gently waving a folding fan.

He sized up the figure in dark gold armor in front of him, and a faint smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"The Ink Clan Battle Armor?" His voice was slow and deliberate, tinged with a hint of amusement.

"this one?"

Cheng Laiyun remained silent.

He just stared at Zhang Lai.

After Mo Men's cultivation reached the eighth rank, his giant statue acquired a function similar to "size control".

Although his height has decreased from two or three zhang to only one zhang and two chi.

But neither agility nor strength has decreased in the slightest.

The dark gold armor plates were layered upon each other, gleaming with a cold luster under the moonlight.

The three main spirit cores in the chest cavity slowly rotated, and the dark blue light shone through the gaps in the armor plates, like a heart beating.

The psychic conduits meandered along his limbs, undulating slightly like blood vessels, each pulse causing the psychic runes on his armor to light up for a moment.

The colossal statue is now one with him.

……

Zhang Lai opened the folding fan with a "whoosh" and gently swayed it.

The guard next to Chong, who had been silent all along, raised his chin.

His gaze remained fixed on the painting on the folding fan in his hand, not even bothering to glance at Cheng Laiyun again.

"Make him kneel down."

A few words that seem light and airy.

"Yes."

The guard nodded silently.

He took two steps forward and twisted his neck.

The joints emitted a series of fine popping sounds.

He stared at Cheng Laiyun, his gaze calm.

A seventh-rank martial arts cultivator versus an eighth-rank ink cultivator—what more could one ask for?

Even though this eighth-rank official was wearing the "Ink Clan Battle Armor".

Zhang Lai had already sat down in the chair, crossed his legs, and slowly stroked the patterns on the jade pendant at his waist with his slender fingers.

He didn't even lift his eyes, but looked at the painting on the folding fan with great interest.

It seemed that those few strokes of landscape painting were far more interesting than the fight before them.

The wind blew through the yard.

It stirred up the dust on the ground.

Roll up the petals on the peach tree.

The moment the petals fall.

Cheng came to exercise.

"Bang!!!"

The blue bricks underfoot suddenly shattered, sending shards of stone flying everywhere!

The towering statue, twelve feet tall, transformed into a dark golden afterimage, accompanied by a muffled whooshing sound, and punched towards Zhang Lai!

The psionic conduits on the Jade Pivot Colossus instantly became blindingly bright, and the eerie blue light surged like blood, illuminating the entire arm!

At the point of the fist, light condensed into a single point, tearing through the air!

The seventh-rank guard moved sideways, blocking Zhang Lai's path.

He raised his hand.

"Bang!!!"

A fist slammed into his palm.

A visible shockwave exploded from the point where the fist and palm met, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

Several constables who were nearby were shaken and staggered backward, and dust in the courtyard rose up with a roar, covering half the sky!

The guard caught the punch steadily.

But his brows furrowed.

That force...

Zhang Lai sat behind the guard, still with her legs crossed, still looking at the painting on the folding fan, and still with that faint smile on her lips.

He is waiting.

Cheng Laiyun was kicked away.

The guards didn't keep him waiting too long.

He twisted his body and kicked Cheng Laiyun in the stomach!

"Bang!!!"

Cheng Laiyun was kicked so hard he flew backward!

Zhang Lai's smile deepened.

But the smile froze on his face the next moment.

Cheng Laiyun flew out in a direction that wasn't the courtyard wall—

It was those guards who were kicking Qi Dazhuang just now!

He wasn't kicked away; he used the momentum to his advantage!

Before the three men could react, Cheng Laiyun had already bumped into them.

The towering statue, twelve feet tall, crashed down with its momentum, its dark golden shadow enveloping the three of them!

The person on the far left instinctively raised his hand to block.

But Cheng Laiyun's dark golden giant hand had already grabbed his head.

"Snapped!"

It was slammed to the ground.

"Bang!"

The blue bricks are broken.

His head was shattered.

Red and white splattered all over the ground.

The man on the right turned and ran, but after only two steps, Cheng Laiyun's fist slammed into his back.

"Snap!"

The sound of a spine breaking was so crisp it sent chills down everyone's spine.

The person flew out like a broken sack and crashed into the courtyard wall.

With a muffled thud, it slid down softly, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the wall.

The man in the middle felt his legs go weak and opened his mouth to shout.

Cheng Laiyun's footprints were already imprinted on his face.

"puff!"

His face collapsed.

The person is gone.

Three punches.

Three lives.

Fleeting!

Cheng Laiyun only needed a single breath!

It was so fast that no one could react in time!

The courtyard became so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

The wind is still blowing.

The peach blossoms are still falling.

A petal landed on Zhang Lai's shoulder, but he didn't notice.

He sat in the chair, his legs still crossed, his hand resting on the jade pendant, and his other hand still holding the folding fan.

But his gaze was no longer on the painting on the folding fan.

He stared at the three still-warm corpses on the ground, his gaze slowly shifting to Cheng Laiyun.

Cheng Laiyun was standing there.

Blood splattered all over the dark gold armor plates, trickling down the seams and dripping onto the ground.

He shook his hand.

The blood on his hands splattered on the ground, creating tiny splashes.

Then he looked up and met Zhang Lai's gaze.

His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at a dead person.

Zhang Lai's Adam's apple bobbed.

The faint smile that had been playing on his lips vanished completely.

Instead, a layer of cold, bluish-green color slowly crept up his handsome face.

He threw the folding fan on the ground and slowly stood up.

"you……"

"You really dare to kill someone?"

The voice was unbelievably cold.

Cheng Laiyun remained motionless.

He simply gazed indifferently in Zhang Lai's direction.

He secretly made his own plans.

Now that we've already made our move... should we kill Zhang Lai?

……

Zhang Lai stared at Cheng Laiyun for three breaths, then suddenly smiled.

That smile was so chilling it sent shivers down your spine.

"I thought you were just protecting that brute and making empty threats."

He slowly took a step forward and gently tapped his folding fan in his palm:

"Wu Qiufeng deserves to die. That's between me and him, it has nothing to do with anyone else."

"Qi Dazhuang is just a reckless fool. I'm only breaking a few of his bones out of respect for the Wuji Sect. That's already being lenient."

He took another step.

"But you."

He stopped and stared at Cheng Laiyun.

"The one who killed me."

"That means they've got a grudge against me."

"You've offended the Zhang family of Quzhou."

"Do you really think the Mo Sect can protect you?"

An eerie silence permeated the courtyard.

Everyone held their breath.

Xu Jiayin walked gracefully to Cheng Laiyun's side without anyone noticing.

Her fair, soft hand gently caressed Cheng Laiyun's dark gold giant statue armor.

She raised her pointed chin and looked at Zhang Lai:

"You really think the Zhang family can protect you after offending a direct disciple of my Mo Sect?"

Upon hearing this...

Cheng Laiyun, standing in the giant statue, slowly pursed his lips.

He looked down and glanced at Xu Jiayin.

His eyes shone with an extremely gentle light.

Missy.

I really can't owe you any more...

Even though Qi Dazhuang was completely collapsed on the ground, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

In the silence.

Cheng Laiyun slowly raised his head, his purple goggles flashing with a light as sharp as a sword.

A detached voice, tinged with a chilling undertone, came from deep within the colossus:

"Zhang Lai, right?"

"Let me give you a piece of advice."

"Kneel down now, kowtow and admit your mistake."

"I can spare your life."

Simple foul mouth.

The ultimate enjoyment.